Protecting You
by Jinxible
Summary: What if Sirius never fell into the veil? What if Hermione saved his life, giving him another chance? But how? When the Dark Lord learns that a mudblood survives the Killing Curse, he stops at nothing to get his hands on her, leaving Sirius no choice but to protect her.
1. Chapter One

**Summary:** _What if Sirius never fell into the veil? What if Hermione saved his life, giving him another chance? But how? When the Dark Lord learns that a mudblood survives the Killing Curse, he stops at nothing to get his hands on her, leaving Sirius no choice but to protect her._

**Genre:** _Romance/Mystery; Sirius Black/Hermione Granger_

**Disclaimer:** _I do not own Harry Potter._

**A/N:** _Happy Reading!_

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**Chapter One**

The events of the night were mind wrenching. No one, not even the great Albus Dumbledore could believe it. Harry, Ron, Ginny, Neville, and Luna were all upstairs, no doubt discussing the same, while the Order members deliberated heavily in the room below. There was one other room that was occupied. A room that the young Miss Granger rested in while a healer from Saint Mungo inspected her for injuries. Everyone began to ask questions, their minds contemplating on this most miraculous situation. None, however, were distracted by it more than Sirius Black.

His voice broke through the conversations about the witch. "We don't have time for this," Sirius shouted. "Reminiscing about what happened is a waste!"

Dumbledore approached his former pupil, laying a hand on his shoulder. "Sirius, you must be calm. The answers will come soon enough."

"Better sooner than later," he replied sharply, clearly irritated.

"Sirius," began Dumbledore again, "Hermione Granger saved your life." The old wizard looked toward the table were all the other Order members sat. He then glanced back to Sirius. "She is the reason you are still here, my boy."

Sirius shrugged whiling releasing a long over due sigh. "But how," he asked, not addressing anyone in particular. "How did she do it? She appeared out of no where." He walked past Dumbledore, finding his seat at the dining room table. "How did she survive the Killing Curse? There's only one person who ever…"

"Perhaps her and Harry have something in common," suggested Remus quickly. "Maybe Hermione was protected by ancient magic at the time, just as Harry was."

"It is possible," confirmed Dumbledore easily.

"But who would have cast it," asked Sirius. "There are very few witches who know the ancient language. More than half that try to recite the spells get themselves blown up because of mispronunciations."

"Perhaps, she cast it herself," offered Remus once more.

"I doubt she could have done that. The girl is extremely bright, there is no doubting, but that type of magic takes years to learn." Sirius shook his head. "Besides, that sort of magic is bound through family ties. Her mother and father are muggles. I don't think that's the answer."

Suddenly, there was a light tapping on the door. Everyone looked up from the table to the entryway, watching the door open. Their eyes fell upon Healer Jasper Milton, one of the best in all of Saint Mungo. He was an old friend of Dumbledore, and the only trusted healer by the Order of the Phoenix. And at times, he had his work cut out for him.

Healer Milton casually strode into the dining room, lightly closing the door behind him. He removed his glasses and placed them in his coat pocket before speaking. "Are you absolutely sure the Killing Curse was used?"

"Yes. How many times do you intend to ask that question?"

"I have no desire to upset you, Mister Black. I only wish to make sure that I have all the facts before me."

"You were given all the facts," replied Sirius, his annoyance growing. "What have you discovered?"

Healer Milton let a small smile grace his lips. "I can find nothing wrong with her. Miss Granger will be perfectly fine."

Sirius exhaled, his insides beginning to flutter, thanking Merlin that Hermione would be all right. His head fell into his hands. Remus gave him a pat on the back telling him how he knew there was nothing to worry about.

"The feat before us is quite extraordinary," said Milton suddenly. "It is a shame the situation will intensify."

Sirius' head snapped up. "What are you talking about?"

"If the young witch was indeed hit with the Killing Curse by one of You-Know-Who's Death Eaters, it will not be long before the Dark Lord himself discovers this. Eventually, he will come for her," finished Milton. The clarity of his words hit Sirius' heart sharply. "It's too bad nothing can be done about it. She's is so young and full of light. A darling girl indeed," the healer mused.

Sirius practically lunged from his chair, trying to wrap his hands around Milton's neck. Remus and Dumbledore did their best to restrain him. "Get out," he yelled. "Get out of my house!"

"Mad-Eye," said Dumbledore quickly, motioning for him to take his position. Moody limped over and grasped Sirius' arm tightly.

"Calm yourself, Black."

"Get him out of my house!"

Dumbledore walked toward his old friend. "Come Jasper," he began, placing a hand on his shoulders, "I will walk you out." Milton couldn't gather his things quick enough. Dumbledore assisted him with his medical bag and escorted the healer outside, closing the door behind him.

Moody and Remus slowly released their grip, allowing a minute to pass before letting Sirius go completely. The werewolf chuckled softly when he heard his friend whisper, "Careless bastard."

Dumbledore entered the room a few moments later, addressing Sirius. "I do hope you are satisfied with yourself," he said. "Jasper refuses to come back." Sirius smiled inwardly, very pleased with the outcome. "How am I ever going to replace the best-"

"He was not the best," shouted Sirius. "A good healer would have shown compassion for the witch upstairs, not press on about Voldemort snatching her up given the first opportunity!" He scoffed. "I should get his healing license revoked. He never did explain anything to us."

"In all fairness, Sirius, you ran him out of the room before he could," said Remus. "And now he isn't coming back."

"Jasper did say she was perfectly fine," came the voice of Arthur Weasley. "His exact words mind you."

"Maybe. And then again, maybe not." Sirius began to pace back and forth, from the table to the door, until finally he could do it no more. "I have to speak with her."

Dumbledore's voice halted his path to the door. "Sirius, I don't think that is the best of idea right now."

"I need a clear understanding. I have to hear her side of it."

"And you will," confirmed Dumbledore simply. "But it must be on Hermione's time. It is something that we cannot rush. We must wait until she is ready."


	2. Chapter Two

**Summary:** _What if Sirius never fell into the veil? What if Hermione saved his life, giving him another chance? But how? When the Dark Lord learns that a mudblood survives the Killing Curse, he stops at nothing to get his hands on her, leaving Sirius no choice but to protect her._

**Genre:** _Romance/Mystery; Sirius Black/Hermione Granger_

**Disclaimer:** _I do not own Harry Potter._

**A/N:** _Wow! I'm really excited to see so much attention for this story. I'm so glad your guys are enjoying it thus far. Thanks a bunch for all the favs and follows. And a big thanks to my reviews: kiara knoxville__, __nette91__, __dreamywriter19__, __Bluebird1125__, __Arkansas Sweetheart__, and __KEZZ 1__. Looking forward to your thoughts on the next chapter. Happy Reading!_

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**Chapter Two**

In the doorway Hermione stood quietly while everyone gazed at her strangely. She knew that look. Just a moment ago, her best friends had given her that look, their eyes full of questions and confusion. Unable to face them, she hurried down the hall & descended the staircase.

Hermione took a step forward, her feet bare. Her curly hair bounced lightly upon her shoulders with every step. She raised a brow slowly, all the while smiling lightly. The silence and their constant, unwavering stares were starting to become too much. Fiddling with her hands, Hermione broke the silence of the room.

"Do you all plan to say anything," she began, "or is staring your only talent tonight?" A few glances were exchanged at her comment. Dumbledore stood not but a few feet away from her. He began to approach her, giving her a warm smile.

"How do you feel Miss Granger?"

"I suppose I should celebrate, being alive and all. But," Hermione added solemnly, "I have a strange feeling that I shouldn't get too excited just yet."

Dumbledore politely offered his hand to Hermione. She grasped it lightly, allowing her headmaster to escort her from the doorway to seat at the table in which everyone sat. Everyone except Sirius.

Sirius remained standing, his back somewhat leaning against the tall oak china cabinet in the corner of the room. Hermione took very little notice of him, though she knew he was there. It didn't seem appropriate to speak to him just yet. She was positive he had questions. Why he wasn't hounding her for information, she didn't know. But deep down she was very thankful for his restraint.

Sirius watched her every move. Hermione looked…perfectly fine, as Healer Milton had deduced earlier. Had Bellatrix even hit her with the curse? _But she must have_, he thought quickly. _I would be dead otherwise._

"Well, we haven't got all night, Miss Granger," came the voice of Mad Eye suddenly. "What in the name of Ollivanders happened tonight?"

Dumbledore glared at him. "Alastor," he began harshly.

"I'm merely asking what we're all thinking," he said coolly. "I'm surprised Black isn't asking the questions." Hermione lowered her head as Sirius' shot up. Moody turned his attention to the animagus. "Just a moment ago you couldn't wait to speak with her and now you're quieter than a mouse."

"I've decided to take her feelings into consideration," replied Sirius. "It would be nice if she had a chance to breath."

"We haven't got time for that," said Snape, his form blackened from the shadows in which he sat. "Every minute we waste, the closer the Dark Lord gets to-"

"Oh yes," started Sirius, "you'd hate that wouldn't you."

"Stop it," said Hermione suddenly. "It's stupid little arguments like these that will be our downfall. It never hurt anyone to act their age, you know. Perhaps you three should try it?"

Deep down Hermione wanted to scream, but instead sighed heavily and slouched against the back of her chair. She conjured her strength and stood from her seat, turning to face Sirius.

"I have no idea what happened tonight." Sirius watched her intently as she continued. "I know that's not what you want to hear, but your guess is as good as mine. I don't know what else to say."

Sirius cleared his throat, thinking of the right words. A few finally popped into his head. "You saved my life."

Hermione smiled weakly. "I know."

"Yes, of course," he confirmed. "And yet you're still here. It's incredible. There's not one scratch on you."

"Please don't remind me," she said softly. "I'm trying not think about it."

"Miss Granger," Hermione looked toward Dumbledore, "can you tell us exactly what happened tonight?"

Hermione nodded lightly. "I will do my best, sir." She crossed her arms about her chest, taking a breath. "From what I can remember…"

…_Tonks had ushered them behind a rock, away from the fight. Hermione watched from behind the boulder as the battle grew more violent, curses and hexes thrown every second. She noticed Harry wasn't with them. She looked both right and left, and saw him nowhere._

_Hermione peaked her head above the rock again, hoping to find him, praying he wasn't lying on the ground somewhere. Hermione spotted him easily. He was with his godfather, helping him fight off Lucius Malfoy. When Sirius finally disarmed him, Malfoy was sent flying through the air seconds later._

_And it was in that moment, Hermione began to fell her right arm start to tingle. She grasped it lightly. It felt like someone was pricking her arm with tiny needles. The feeling then moved to her left arm. Ron noticed something was wrong._

_"Hermione, are you okay," he asked her._

_"I…I don't know…"_

_It happened so quickly, Hermione couldn't comprehend. One moment she was facing Ronald Weasley, and in the next, she was somehow standing in front of Sirius Black. No sooner did she meet his eyes did she feel it. She became engulfed in a stream of light that was the Killing Curse…_

"I remember opening my eyes for a moment and I saw Sirius above me." She turned to look at him. "You had the most worried look on your face. And you said something to me." She scratched her head. "I can't really recall what it was."

"Are you able to remember anything else," asked Dumbledore curiously.

"No, nothing," Hermione answered, shaking her head. "Though, I do have a question of my own." The Headmaster of Hogwarts nodded his head, granting her permission to continue. She took a deep breath prior to asking, "Exactly how long do I have before Lord Voldemort starts looking for me?" Gasps filled the room at the sound of the name.

"Miss Granger," Dumbledore began, but Hermione cut him off quickly.

"Let's be realistic, Professor. He must know by now."

The old man sighed in defeat. "Yes," he said. "There is a chance-"

"There is no doubt," interrupted Sirius suddenly. "Bellatrix wouldn't be able to control herself. If Voldemort doesn't know it now, he's sure to know within the hour. Intrigue and curiosity will just spur him on and she will remain in his thoughts until he has her."

"Well then," began Dumbledore, "we must not let the Dark Lord know of her whereabouts. Miss Granger can be concealed easily enough. I think the home of the Order would be the perfect place." Dumbledore turned his head, addressing Sirius. "The reason behind what occurred tonight is unknown, to all of us. And I believe the faster we can discover how and why this happened, the safer she will be."

"I have no objections," stated Sirius firmly. Anything he could do to help Hermione's situation, he would not hesitate.

"Wait a minute," protested Hermione. "It sounds like you're planning to lock me up."

"No, not at all. This would only be temporary," Dumbledore explained. "While the Dark Lord has an interest in you, I'm afraid you must remain hidden."

"Well, what about me and what I want," she asked. "What about my family and friends? And what about school? I still have two more terms to finish!"

"How can you be worried about your studies at time like this," asked Sirius, amusement clearly detected in his voice. Hermione shot daggers his way. He held up his hands in defense and said, "But if it really means that much to you," he began, "I'm sure your professors could arrange something."

"Of course," said Headmaster cheerfully.

Hermione shook her head in anger, folding her arms over her chest. She looked back and forth, between Dumbledore and Sirius. They stood before her patiently, waiting for her say something. It wasn't a horrible plan, she had to admit. Hermione imagined Grimmauld Place was probably the safest place for her. It would be the last place Voldemort would look.

Hermione surrendered, sighing heavily. "How long will this temporary situation last, Professor?"


	3. Chapter Three

**Summary:** _What if Sirius never fell into the veil? What if Hermione saved his life, giving him another chance? But how? When the Dark Lord learns that a mudblood survives the Killing Curse, he stops at nothing to get his hands on her, leaving Sirius no choice but to protect her._

**Genre:** _Romance/Mystery; Sirius Black/Hermione Granger_

**Disclaimer:** _I do not own Harry Potter._

**A/N:** _Thanks a bunch for all the favs and follows. And a big thanks to my reviews: __Tasharella__, __Black Lucy__, __KEZZ 1__, __Bluebird1125__, __Kiara Knoxville__, __dreamywriter19__, __Irene Kirby__, __Dark Goddess 109__, __mekom__, and __Alexstarlight18__. You guys really make my day :) __Looking forward to your thoughts on the next chapter. Happy Reading!_

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**Chapter Three**

The rest of the early morning Hermione spent staring at the ceiling above the bed, trying to free her head of those annoying questions no one seemed to be able to answer. The sun finally peaked through the window catching her eyes, causing her to change positions. She shifted to the right, glancing at the bedside table. There sat a small digital watch next to a dusty book. Normally, Hermione would have picked up that book and started reading, and she would have contemplated why there was muggle watch in a wizard's home. But today, that was the last thing on her mind.

Hermione lifted her head slightly from the pillow taking a closer look at the watch. Twelve minutes past seven. She stared at the last two digits…

_Number 12 Grimmauld Place._ Her new address for the time being.

Hermione closed her eyes, willing herself to forget. She silently wished it was all a bad dream. She wished there was a spell she could cast to erase everything that happened last night. But unfortunately, there are no easy escape roads when it comes to magic. You have to tough it out, even if it kills you.

Suddenly, there was a loud knock on the bedroom door, surprising Hermione. She moved to a sitting position quickly. "Hermione?" It was the master of house himself. "Hermione, are you awake?"

"Yes," she called back, leaning heavily on the headboard. "I'm awake."

"Just wanted to check on you," began Sirius. "Harry and Ron have been asking about you. Everyone is downstairs. Misses Weasley has made bacon and eggs, if you're up to it," he added thoughtfully.

Hermione sighed. She wasn't ready to face her friends just yet. She wondered if the Headmaster told them about what had happened. Or was that tale left for her to divulge. "I'm not really hungry," she finally said.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes," she lied, her mouth watering instantly at the thought of a single strip of bacon. "But thank you all the same." Moments later, she heard his footsteps begin to fade away.

Hermione pushed the covers back from her legs. The cold hardwood floor chilled her bare feet when she stood. She stretched, raising her arms above her head. As she did so, Hermione noticed her tank-top felt a bit snug. Her bottoms also felt a bit tight around her waist line. She looked downward and saw that they fell just above her ankles. Was she getting taller? Or maybe… "Oh, Merlin! Am I getting fat?"

Hermione walked over to the mirror on the opposite side of the room. It was body length and the glass was trimmed in a deep mahogany with various patterns engraved in the solid wood frame. In a fraction of a second, Hermione grasped the wooden frame with shaking hands. Hermione's heart all but stopped when she saw her reflection.

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"I gave you strict instructions-"

"She said she wasn't hungry, Molly," interrupted Sirius. "She will come down when she is ready, I'm sure," he finished, taking a sip from his coffee cup.

"Well, she can't stay in that room all day either!"

"Would you prefer he drag Hermione down the staircase," said Ron suddenly. "Easy up a bit, Mum."

The red haired woman glared evilly at her son. The young Ronald Weasley shrunk in his chair at his mother's stare. Both Harry and Ginny tried to hold their laughter. When Molly opened her mouth to speak again, she was forced to hold her tongue when a scream echoed through the kitchen, shattering the window above the sink.

"Was that Hermione," asked Ron, concern clearly detected in his voice.

"It would have to be." Hermione was the only other person in the house at the moment. All other order members has departed nearly an hour ago. "Come with me, Molly," said Sirius quickly, ignoring the young wizard's question.

Misses Weasley regarded the children curtly. "Stay here," she said, pulling her wand from the front pocket of her apron.

The witch and wizard ran up the stairs quickly, turning left when they reached the top. Hermione was in the last room on the corridor. As they approached the bedroom, Sirius found nothing out of the ordinary. Everything looked as it did when he was hear just minutes ago.

Sirius stopped in front of the door and began calling her name. "Hermione," he said quickly. "Hermione, are you alright?" There was no answer. Without hesitation, he twisted the door knob and entered the room with Molly following close behind him.

Upon opening the door, Sirius first noticed broken glass littered the room. Both windows on either side on the bed had shattered, just like kitchen window did when they heard her scream. He could only assume the high pitched sound broke these windows as well. Molly said a quick fix-it charm and the glass from the windows melded together once more. Sirius then spotted her easily, standing in front of a mirror. He squinted quickly, very unsure why his eyes were playing tricks on him. Molly gasped in disbelief when she finally saw her.

Hermione knew she was no longer alone in the room and she was more than grateful for the company. "Please tell me you're not seeing what I'm seeing," she said, unable to take her eyes off her reflection. She stared intently at the glass. How could this reflection be hers? How? It couldn't be. It just couldn't be real.

"How is this possible," whispered Molly suddenly. Sirius shook his head; he had no answer. "She's nearly doubled in age," she continued, "and size!"

"When I turn, it turns. When I blink, it blinks," mumbled Hermione in a dazed-like state, eyes still transfixed upon her reflection.

"Sometimes, I really hate magic," whispered Sirius, running a hand over his face. He had a feeling things were going to get worse before they got better. He left Molly in the doorway, walking over to Hermione. He lightly grasped her shoulders, leading her back to the bed. "Lets sit down over here, shall we," he began, "away from the mirror."

"Do you see it? Please tell me you don't. Just say I'm dreaming," Hermione begged him. He was silent, but his apologetic look spoke volumes. "Why is this happening to me," she asked him, her eyes filled with unshed tears. It unnerved him strangely to see her hurt in such a way. She was on the verge of crying and all he wanted to do was dry her eyes and do anything to make her smile.

"I'm afraid I don't have an answer to that, Hermione," he responded truthfully. "But I'm sure I can figure it out." Those words broke her. She tumbled forward, her forehead connecting with his chest. Damn it, he thought. This was precisely what he was trying to avoid. "I'll figure it out," Sirius assured her once more, embracing her softly as she wept. "I promise."


	4. Chapter Four

**Summary:** _What if Sirius never fell into the veil? What if Hermione saved his life, giving him another chance? But how? When the Dark Lord learns that a mudblood survives the Killing Curse, he stops at nothing to get his hands on her, leaving Sirius no choice but to protect her._

**Genre:** _Romance/Mystery; Sirius Black/Hermione Granger_

**Disclaimer:** _I do not own Harry Potter._

**A/N:** _Thanks a bunch for all the favs and follows. And a big thanks to my reviews: __Bluebird1125__, __amrawo__, __Marine76__, __AalisEliza__, __Black Lucy__, __Terrence Rogue__, __Galatea Black__, __angel897__, and __Angelus Draco__. You guys really make my day. Just a little warning … this chapter is short, but it had to be done. As always, looking forward to your thoughts. Happy Reading!_

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**Chapter Four**

Hermione shook her head lightly, declining the cup of tea that was offered. "It'll be here if you need it, dear," offered Molly, setting the cup upon the bedside table.

The young witch gave no motion of acknowledgement. Hermione only continued to stare at the quilts covering her legs. Molly wished there was something she could say to make her feel better, but nothing came to mind. She gave her a heartfelt look, though she did not see it, and lightly patted her on the shoulder. No response. Not even a sigh or a sniffle. Molly proceed to exit the room. Perhaps all she needed was some time, she thought. She glanced back at Hermione sitting in bed briefly before securing the door behind her.

Molly made quick footwork down the staircase, leaping over the last two steps. She passed through the kitchen, then into the dining area, and then finally through to the library.

Dumbledore had arrived as quickly as he could after learning of Hermione's predicament. He was still, of course, researching the entire situation, coming up with no conclusions thus far. But when Sirius informed him of Hermione's state this morning, an idea struck him.

"Anything," Sirius asked quickly, taking a step toward Molly. The red haired witch shook her head.

"No," she replied hotly. "That girl is in bad shape, and all thanks to you Black!"

"Molly," began Dumbledore in a kind tone, "no one is to blame for this."

Molly took a calming breath. "I am sorry, but I can't help but worry about the state she is in," she continued. "She hasn't moved from that bed all day. And she hasn't said anything since the hysterics this morning."

Dumbledore nodded. "Yes. I can only imagine the shock she must have had. But, all will be well very soon," he said his voice growing more chipper.

"What are you talking about," inquired a confused Sirius Black. "Do you know how this happened?"

"I have a theory," began Dumbledore curtly, "but I require time to be absolutely sure."

"Well, at least tell me what you think-"

"All will be revealed in good time," interrupted Dumbledore. "Everything happens for a reason, my boy."

"Are you saying this is normal?" His old Headmaster simply nodded his head. Sirius shook his head in disbelief, his temper flaring. "This is not normal, Dumbledore, even by witch and wizard standards. A teenage girl doesn't simply become a full grown woman in a mere twelve hours."

"This one does," replied Dumbledore. "It will all make sense to you shortly." The older wizard began walking toward the fireplace. He grasped a hand full of floo powder above the mantel while saying, "I will stop by tomorrow morning. Lets say ten o'clock. Miss Granger should have her wits about her by then."

"Wait a minute, you can't just leave," shouted Sirius. "You haven't tried to help me solve anything. What am I suppose to tell her," he asked as Dumbledore made his way into the fireplace.

"I'm sure your clever mind will think of something." And then, with a flick of his wrist, the floo powder fell and Dumbledore was gone just as quickly as he came.

The silence encased the witch and wizard for a moment before Molly began to speak. "That man is unbelievable," she said. "He probably has no idea what has happened to her."

"I wouldn't bet on it, Molly. That man knows everything."

"Do you think You Know Who knows," she asked him carefully.

"I'm sure Bellatrix spun that tale beautifully. She is his most loyal death eater after all."

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"And then a girl suddenly appeared between us," explained Bellatrix, cackling in her usual tone.

"What shame," interrupted Voldemort.

Bellatrix nodded. "It was My Lord. Potter's filthy mudblood friend will ruin everything."

Voldemort was getting annoyed by his death eater's tale. "How can a dead girl cause me any problems? This only leaves Potter less focused while in his grieving state," he said smiling evilly.

Suddenly, Bellatrix began a fit of uncountable laughter. "Dead," she squeezed out through her giggles. "You have not been told! You do not know!"

Voldemort appeared in front of her instantly, his hand clenching around her throat. Her incisive laughter ceased. "What have I not been told," he hissed quickly. Bellatrix attempted to reply, but his grip was too strong. All he heard was a strained whisper. "I'm sorry, what was that?"

The hold loosened slightly and she tried again. "She lives…" Voldemort removed his hand and stepped away from her, surprised at her answer. Bellatrix grasped her neck, rubbing her wounded flesh. When he raised his hand to strike her for wasting his precious time, Bellatrix cringed, raising an arm to shield herself. "I swear, My Lord," she bellowed. "She lives!"

When she failed to go flying through the room, Bellatrix peaked from her crouched position and found her master smiling. It was a smile very few were privy to. A sinister laugh followed. "And where is the girl now," he inquired curiously.

"I do…do not know, My Lord," she said shakily.

"You went to all this trouble to inform me of the incident and you failed to track her whereabouts?" Bellatrix only nodded her head slowly. "Idiot!" He kicked her harshly. "Do you have any idea what she may be capable of! Find her," he yelled. "Find her and bring her to me!"

"Yes, My Lord," replied Bellatrix quickly. After gaining a steady footing, she bowed respectfully to her master and walked briskly to the exit.


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